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Dear Smith & Wolfman Jack, Well, you are going up for adoption on Friday. We are so sad to say good bye (the hard part of fostering! ) but even though you keep biting my toes and chewing my hair when I try to sleep, I have loved watching you grow from 2 day old little puff balls into 2 month old whirling dervishes. The adoption center will find you wonderful fur-ever homes and I know you will give your new humans as much joy as you have given us. And know I am going to really try to make your beautiful mommy into a house cat..it is tempting to put her back out now that she's fixed because she still is trying to kill me, but she deserves to be loved and not thrown outside again like the evil people did to her a few years ago. Love,the lady with the bandaged toes and bald spots

While I do appreciate the company while I pace up and down the (250 foot) driveway while I talk on the phone, must you meow so loudly while you pace with me? My boyfriend is beginning to think we don't feed you.

Love,The provider of noms.

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Some people lift weights. I lift measures. It's a far more esoteric workout. - (Quoted from a personal friend)

Dear Mathilda & Madelyne,I thought I might get more than a 12 hr breather between fosters leaving and showing up! You two are just the sweetest balls of fluff (pure Maine Coon from the looks of those paws!). Sorry the big yellow thing is scary to you..she means no harm and will gladly play with you because sometimes she forgets she is a dog. I love already getting nose bumps and purrs! Whoever tossed you out into that field should be (edited for language lol)!

You are very clever. You can pull the bathroom door open by putting your paw around the door and pulling. But you seem to have problems with opening it from the other side. Sweety, just push it, OK? It will work, I assure you.

Also may I remind you that dinner time is 5:30pm. You have biscuits and water there all day. However your internal clock seems to run a little fast - starting to bug everyone at 4:05pm every day regular as clockwork was annoying. Now you've shifted forward, starting at 3pm. Really annoying.

I suspect Morty also finds it annoying when you finish off his dinner too. This is why he's fed elsewhere now, but you've found the new spot and still stalk his food. And then you jump into the dog food before the dogs get a chance, and you crawl up on my lap when I'm eating to see what you can mooch as well. You are not underfed.

If you're not careful you won't fit through the cat flap soon...

Love

The lap owner and provider of noms

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Out on the patio we'd sit,And the humidity we'd breathe,We'd watch the lightning crack over canefieldsLaugh and think, this is Australia.

Please be nicer to your doggy sister, Honey Girl. I know you are *starving* despite your 3 generous meals each day. I know that, when you are done eating your food, you finish what is left in Honey Girl's food dish, even the carrots, but please wait until she is finished eating. Don't stick your face in the dog's food dish while she is eating. I am amazed that she didn't even growl, but just gave you doggy "stink eye."

... and please stop with the "love bites." They hurt!

Love,Mommy

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"The first rule is to keep an untroubled spirit. The second is to look things in the face and know them for what they are."

Your group decision last night to gnaw on my leg was unwise. If you continue, I will be giving away four little fur hats instead of four kittens. Seriously. I can sleep through you playing on me, but not when at least three of you sit on my leg and scratch and chew. I am pretty sure I was not sentenced to the Death of One Thousand Itty-Bitty Puncture Marks. The subsequent nightmares that you had multiplied overnight and become NINE kittens were also terrifying.

Dear MischkaThe pesky little humans will be gone on Monday night (we've got my 10 & 8 year old nieces staying with us, who like giving her copious amount of pats). But, until then, if you're going to hide in the curtain then make sure that you don't stick your tail out, it really gives you away. You know I tell them to leave you alone if I catch them near you but I can't protect you all the time so thank you for being good about it all. Just keep sleeping in our bedroom until they go.Love mum

Right now you are sleeping contentedly. In a few hours you will wake up and want to play... it will be the middle of the night and I would like to get some rest. Please sync up your schedule with mine. Thank You.

Dear tiny feral outside,Please be careful! You're very small and very easily hurt. I wish you would let me catch you and make sure you're alright. I'm very sorry I frightened you earlier, but at least I now know all your pointy ends are working. Ow.

Dear Phinneus (formerly mathilda oops),I was so glad that you took the time to stalk and get that moth at 4 this morning. How ever would I have lived with it in my house? And thanks for making sure I was awake to see this brave act, sorry I came flying down the steps looking like a crazy lady..for all the noise your 4 lb self was making, I thought I was being invaded. Of course, I am happy you saved your final acrobatic feat for me to see when you launched yourself at the moth, who made the mistake of landing on the curtain. It was as if time stood still as I watched you go swinging on my favorite summer drapes, so Tarzan like, with the sound of it ripping straight across. I appreciate the new look of one side being a drape, the other side, now just a valance. The lamp is cracked, the drapes are shot, but gosh darnit, that evil moth was caught!

Sincerely,The lady that thinks you are too crazy and I will never find you a permanent home